a bit of Viking going on with big sturdy legs and a set of abs, but good lord, there was no denying his cock was aesthetically amazing.
He snapped his fingers in front of her face. “Earth to Summer.”
She jumped and blushed to the roots of her hair. “Sorry, um, what? Towels? Right, right,” she stammered before hurrying to an arched niche containing stacks of bath towels.
His husky laughter gave her goose bumps.
He was in the shower, adjusting the angle of the spray when she finished gathering the towels. “Fixed it so you won’t end up with water pouring onto your head.”
Aw! Wasn’t he sweet? She touched her hair—putting it all in a clip helped, but making out like porn stars in a Jacuzzi had done damage. The long, sleek look she preferred was slowly morphing into the masses of loose curls God gave her.
“Ladies first,” he motioned with a courtly bow.
Dancing her fingertips across his torso, Summer smiled and stepped carefully into the large shower stall. “Wow,” she exclaimed. “This is bigger than my entire bathroom! So much room for activities.”
Arnie joined her and extended his arms. The guy’s wingspan was impressive and illustrated just how big the space was. “I’m not a fan of claustrophobia.” He motioned to the tile walls and made a face. “Needs a bench seat—someplace to sit.”
Three large, deep niches in the tiled wall provided ample space for shower products. One had an assortment of high-end salon products supplied by the hotel spa. Another held Arnie’s personal stuff. She reached for one of the body washes and sniffed.
“Ooh, this is nice.” She turned it in her hand and read the label. “Number sixty-three?”
“Careful with that.” He took the bottle out of her hands and cradled it gently. “This is the expensive shit.”
She blinked and stared at his face in the steamy shower light. It was hard to know if he was kidding. Her eyes darted to another of the shower niches—the one behind his shoulder.
“Expensive?” she queried. “Is it more or less costly than the bottle of Dove Men Care?”
His head quickly swiveled, and he chuckled when he saw the drug store body wash. “Oh, ha. Yeah. Well, let’s see. The Dove is about nine bucks, so the sixty-three is that much plus half.”
She did the math. Half of nine was four and a half, so the yummy smelling shampoo and body wash was around fourteen dollars. She found the incongruity of a man wearing eight-hundred-dollar shoes, driving a borrowed Tesla, and having a private bungalow at a fancy hotel with a bunch of brand-name drugstore products quite funny.
“I like the scent,” she informed him. “Classic. Manly. It suits you.”
“Thanks. I rather like it, and as a bonus, Amazon carries it. But let’s find something less Sasquatchy for you. I don’t think the furry man’s approach suits this moment.”
“You are hardly a Sasquatch,” she teased while they perused the hotel products.
“It’s the blond coloring,” he told her. “Hides a lot.”
He was full of shit, but she let it go. She sniffed a body wash labeled Sensual Harmony and knew it was her new favorite thing. “This one,” she told him.
He took it out of her hand and told her to rinse off. She moved beneath the spray and sighed as the warm water caressed her body. While she raised her arms and directed the spray where she needed it, he soaked a big squishy body sponge and poured out a glob of the body wash.
“Ladies first.” Gesturing with the sponge, he directed her to turn around. She moved away from the spray and gave Arnie her back.
The steam built around them, and as he gently swirled the sponge and body wash from neck to waist, Summer willed her body to stand down. She was keyed up and finding it hard to hold her thoughts for longer than a few seconds. Was it the incredible sex or the fascinating man causing her brain to short-circuit?
When the sponge moved to her ass and she heard him growl, the answer was a tie. If she couldn’t concentrate for more than a few seconds, it was due to equal parts Arnie and his wicked sexual magnetism.
“What is it with men and butts?” she asked over her shoulder.
His face was adorable as he tried to act as though he wasn’t salivating over her bottom. She might be new to this, but she hadn’t been living under a rock her whole life. Butt sex was something her gal friends whispered about